The thick, fishy blood dripped into the porcelain bowl, Qin Liuxi frowned, took the golden sore medicine Teng Zhao handed over, casually sprinkled some on Quan Jing's wound, and then took the bowl.
Quan Jing still hadn't fully regained his composure. Watching her slice her finger to draw blood and sprinkle medicine to stop the bleeding, his pupils shrank slightly.
No sooner had the golden sore medicine been sprinkled on it than the blood slowly stopped.
Quan Jing looked towards the porcelain bottle in Teng Zhao's hand, his eyes gleaming. Such a fine medicine, if used in the military, would save so many soldiers' lives.
Teng Zhao noticed his gaze and said with a blank face: "Don't even think about it, it's very expensive, beyond the military salary."
Quan Jing's face flushed: "..."
Wang Yuqian also saw the condition of Quan Jing's finger and looked at Teng Zhao's medicine with some envy, asking: "How expensive is it?"
